Luyện nghe bài hát My Party Boots

Life is fast but I dont wanna live you, 'cause you are my only roots
I was the king of the drug thing now I've worn out the soles of my party boots.
So call me shit-faced master of disgrace, I dont 'cause my outer skin
Is think like crust, and a liver rusted out now I'm on a list (for a better one)
Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but i'll ambivalence.
I memory box 'cause my memory blocks me, from remembering weeks
all the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into matter damagings.
So call me fat fuck geriatric rock. Give it straight 'cause I deserve
a beating from an audience bleating (not bleeding), and a melee with no concern.
Everybody to give a shit outta me, I wont give it but i'll give irresponsiveness
Everybody wants to me up again, I wanna go but the price keeps goin up
Goin down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it
I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick, and a drag.
[Hefe's good old solo]
Evidently no one a quitter or an old punk's bitterness
So I'm for the tap, on my shoulder 'cause we're all getting older not better
And the laughs are no longer us (they're at us)
So me fat fuck, geriatric punk
me fat fuck, geriatric punk
Call me fat fuck, punk, shit face master of disgrace.